“Soon, baby. Didn’t I promise to feed you?”
“Well, yes, but man doesn’t live by bread alone.”
“I do believe I’ve unleashed a monster upon the unsuspecting world.” He grinned at me, such a winning expression that I couldn’t take offense. He caught the condom before it could spill its contents and rose, gloriously naked, to saunter into the lavatory to dispose of it. When he returned, he went to the phone. He picked up the receiver and dialed. “Room Service? I want your Dîner Romantique, s’il vous plaît?…Très bien. Merci.” He gazed across the room at me and covered the receiver. “That’s shrimp and scallop ravioli in a creamy sauce and pears poached in red wine for starters—we can trade off bites—and for our entrée, filet mignon with Roquefort sauce, potatoes, cooked tomatoes, and watercres
